Chapter 292

When the 115th Division Independent Third Regiment didn't know how to clean up the mess of Shijing Village's affiliated column, Li Wei, who left Bru, drove the Zero fighter, but cold sweat began to roar on his forehead! Masters, who failed on the spot, could not remember how to land. At the beginning, Li Wei, who was just thinking about taking off, but learned to be so terrible, was stunned. Could it be that he really wanted to throw the plane and jump to the skydiving? Wouldn't that be shameless?

The Japanese army did not have any air defense power in North China, and did not have a radar system. They controlled fighter planes to shuttle through the clouds. Li Wei knocked on his forehead and tried hard to recall the landing operation steps. He was also worried that if he encountered a Japanese fighter plane, he would have to be able to run away by parachuting. Fortunately, it was safe and sound on the way to the north.

I called Bruno several times, but there was only rustling noise. It seemed that the guy either changed the channel or left the communication range.

"It's so miserable now!" Li Wei's hand holding the joystick was trembling a little. He couldn't reach the sky or the ground, but what should he do? He glanced at the ground far away from the corner of his eyes, and felt a little weak. He was really afraid of altitude, but when he thought of not being able to fly up and down, he was a little cold at the height, and his calves were trembling.

"Li Wei! Are you here?!" Wang Bao's voice suddenly sounded on the radio. It seemed that the plane had entered the radio communication range of Jiangcheng Airport.

"I, I forgot how to land." Li Wei whispered embarrassedly.

“……”

After a silence, a burst of laughter broke out on the other end of the radio. Little Lion was also fainted when she was cold! This pilot was really not qualified.

"Weizi, it's not that I want to hit you on purpose, you can still skydiving!" Wang Bao's voice on the other end of the radio was obviously suppressed, and he looked very hard.

Li Wei's face suddenly turned blue and red, and became extremely wonderful. This time he was so embarrassed that he really lost his home.

"Just find the ground to jump, don't hit the common people, return to the team early, we will retreat!" Chen Jiayao's voice came over.

"Damn!" Li Wei pushed the joystick angrily, and the fighter immediately made a rolling move, causing him to be confused.

The plane began to lower its altitude, and Li Wei began to look for places where he could make a forcibly landing. He could tell from the ground that it was not far from Ishii Village.

"You're so bad, today we'll also play the Kamikaze Death Squad." Li Wei gritted his teeth and chose the first Japanese stronghold to enter the field of vision, aimed the nose of the plane at all speed and rushed over.

The roar of planes in the sky has alarmed people on the ground. In this era, there is almost no air pollution in North China. The visibility of sunny days is excellent. The distance can reach five kilometers with naked eyes. You can see a fighter jet falling from the sky from a distance, which looks like a life-threatening attack.

The plane dived straight towards the Japanese and puppet army stronghold at a small angle. The Japanese and puppet soldiers in the stronghold were shocked. The people on the top of the watchtower kept waving their hands, trying to signal the dizzy pilot not to rush the Dragon King Temple.

Three thousand meters! ~ The plane has no intention of changing direction at all, and the roar of the plane is almost like a drought thunder.

Two thousand meters! ~ The Japanese and puppet troops in the stronghold went out to watch the fun.

One thousand meters! ~ The gate of the stronghold was pushed open, and everyone realized something was serious and began to flee.

"I am a little bird..." Li Wei hummed a little tune and completed the fixing of the joystick, pushed open the hatch cover, and screamed strangely in the face of the strong airflow: "Suituo Nala!" He suddenly jumped out of the cockpit of the plane, and was thrown far away by the fighter plane with his hands and feet.

Boom!~A loud bang!~

The Zero fighter with a weight of more than one and a half tons had thin skin and filling, and pure physical impact was also extremely terrifying. Coupled with half a box of fuel, the huge explosion of this aircraft-type super bomb flattened the entire stronghold and turned into a sea of ​​fire. The Japanese and puppet troops who had not had time to run out and the Japanese and puppet troops who had not run far were buried.

The unlucky guy who was burned into a ball of fire fell to the ground with a tragic scene, and the scene of hell on earth was like a surviving Japanese and puppet soldiers looking back at the ruined stronghold with white faces and blue lips. They couldn't accept that the old nest just now disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A blooming mushroom-shaped umbrella flower in the sky slowly fell. At the moment of touching the ground, Li Wei fell into a dog and gnawed the mud indifferently. There was no way. He had never practiced before, and Bruno forgot to teach him. This is the sequelae of the fast flight training class that cut corners and drove the ducks on the shelves.

"Bao, bah, bah, bah, bah,~ but it finally landed safely." Li Wei spit out the soil in his mouth, his legs and feet trembled. His face was not much better than the Japanese and puppet troops who survived the disaster.

"Baga!~Your work or something!" The Japanese soldiers who came to their senses rushed towards the landing place of Li Wei, forming a small encirclement. The culprit had successfully aroused their anger.

"I?! Of course it's the work of the Eighth Route Army!" Back at the ground, Li Wei, the king of land war, immediately came back from the King of Kings. There was no general under the wielding fighting. When it comes to melee battles, the 38 guns with bayonets in their hands were really not as good as those of the flexibly and weird fighting stings.

"Study hard and make progress every day!" Li Wei arrogantly patted the forehead of a puppet army who was sitting on the ground. These puppet army had not rushed over just now, and Li Wei was in a good mood and let them go.

The newly-arranged fighter jet that just appeared in the Eighth Route Army was like a flash in the pan. It did not make the troops in various war zones excited for long, and disappeared into the smoke of Li Wei's history.

"Let's go home!" Li Wei ran away without any conscience, without any criticism and self-criticism that should have after reimbursing an expensive combat weapon.

"Okay, what a terrible Eighth Route Master!" The puppet soldiers watched Li Wei go away with a look of earth. Just now, Li Wei simply knocked down all the Japanese soldiers. They were all scared. In addition, the master was forced to airborne in an airplane, so he might not have any terrible origin.

In the Japanese Army Airport in Jiangcheng, the Ishii Village affiliated column immediately began the evacuation. When Li Wei and Bruno Harvey's fighter planes appeared on the battlefield, Wang Bao and the others knew that the occupation of the airport was not far from exposure.

All the communication equipment and other instruments in the command tower were smashed and demolished, and the airport runway was dug in a mess. As the saying goes, it is easy to destroy but difficult to build. Soldiers from farmers are familiar with digging lightly and do not need any technology at all. They don’t like it, and they just dig randomly.

All the searchlights on the airport were knocked out, the wires were cut, the house was pushed down, and the telephone line was recoiled by the high voltage power emitted by the fuel generator. Only God knows whether the Japanese telephones can withstand such a strong current surge.

Taking advantage of the nightfall again, Wang Bao and the Shijing Village affiliated column began to make preparations for transfer. All the supplies that could be used in the Japanese airport were evacuated. This time, the entire team was dispatched and the manpower was safe. All the planes in the airport were filled with fuel, and two grenades were stuffed in the cockpit. The leads of the grenades were converted into wire incense and delayed detonation. The same was done in the airport's oil depot. The ammunition that could not be taken away was used in the destruction device of the airport.

Just in case, the soldiers of the four squads were even unkindly poured sand into the aircraft engine and fuel tank, and it was hard to save the gods.

As for how the second batch of 30 fighters of the Kwantung Army faced the dilapidated airport the next day, that would not be something Wang Bao and the others considered. I hope that Amaterasu would bless their remaining fuel to land at another airport.

The affiliated column of Shijing Village left quietly with trophy. The Japanese army in North China did not find any signs of Jiangcheng Airport being occupied by the Eighth Route Army from beginning to end.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the incense on the grenades burned out, and a grand fireworks conference was staged in Jiangcheng Airport. Each fighter plane in the airport exploded into flames one by one, and the plane filled with fuel exploded countless fireballs and sputtered everywhere. The explosion of the oil depot almost illuminated half of the sky. The sudden large-scale explosion almost stunned the enemies on the warning line outside the airport. God knew when the anti-Japanese armed forces entered the warning line, but they knew one thing clearly. The airport that was built with great effort had been blown into ruins.

The tight cordon line immediately collapsed, and there was a big mess at the airport, so it was useless to be alert. The Japanese and puppet troops on the cordon line left their original locations and shouted to rush to the airport to put out the fire.

The Shijing Village affiliated column, which was full of money, had already walked a long way. When he turned around, he could still see the extremely clear explosion and light in the distance. Now, the Hebei Central in North China is going to be lively again. When he rushed back to the village, he had to start digging the tunnels. Wang Bao and his friends had been making too many money. They had to be wary of the anxious Japanese army to carry out large-scale sweeping revenge. After all, the participation of the Eighth Route Army fighter jets on the Japanese army in North China was too big. The old dog in Okamura was probably jumping his feet in a hurry.

"The plane is not there!" Commander Gu Yue of the Independent Third Regiment shook the telegram that had just been sent from his hand and sighed heavily. There was an unexpected situation in the world. Little Lizi's skills failed and he still dropped the plane. The other one was swallowed by the Americans. If he wanted to get it back, he would not have any door.

"This is the result of not studying hard. Can't this guy drive the plane back and let everyone open their eyes?! I really don't have the power to be the boss. I don't know how expensive the food and food are, and I don't know how to cherish the spoils at all." Political Commissar Wang took the telegram from Commander Gu Yue and saw it. He was very angry on the spot. In the blink of an eye, the cooked duck flew away. The fighter aircraft of the Third Regiment only existed for a few hours, but was ruined by Li Zi and became the shortest-lived organization of the Third Regiment.
Chapter completed!